Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel
Chapter 657 - 456: You Are the Future

At the far edge of the starry sky, a silver-gray cage formed by the condensation of temporal-spatial laws hangs high over the star field.

This is the beyond of the heavens.

In a higher dimension beyond the perception of ordinary living creatures, there's a realm woven purely from temporal-spatial laws.

It has a subtle connection to the vast and boundless rivers of time and space, like tributaries converging into the mainstream, yet it is forcibly isolated by formidable laws, separated from the flow of time and years.

Here, the flow of time is chaotic, possibly with eternal in an instant, or an instant in the eternal, while the concept of space is fragmented.

This is the battlefield of ancestral beings, rarely visited by those who have entered the mythical domain.

Since the great war in ancient times, this place has been silent for countless ages.

Boom——

The firmament that isolates the beyond of the heavens, constructed of endless temporal-spatial laws, is forcefully torn apart by the sharp edge of the Emperor Palace, shattering into infinite cracks.

A figure burning with world-consuming blood flames pierces into this dead quiet realm of temporal-spatial isolation like a brilliant meteor tearing through the Eternal Night.

The moment Song Lingxue rushed into this world beyond, the entire star field erupted into a raging storm!

"Song Lingxue, halt!"

A roar filled with shock, anger, and killing intent burst like thunder in this chaotic realm of temporal-spatial isolation!

Countless flowing silver-gray threads of laws snapped, and the desolate void began to tremble violently.

The figure of the Heaven-Sentinel appeared the instant Song Lingxue tore through the barrier and intruded into this realm, the Blood Jade Armor upon him hummed and vibrated, his gaze locked firmly upon the figure that had just broken into the beyond of the star river, his eyes filled with incredulous anger.

He had pinned his hopes on the Moonlight Immortal Ancestor possibly coming for Chu Zheng, laying down a killing move, but never could he have imagined that it would be Song Lingxue, who, disregarding everything, had rushed here first.

When his eyes fell upon the Emperor Palace in Song Lingxue's hand, the Heaven-Sentinel's expression changed once again; this blood-colored battle saber emitted an aura that made the blood armor around him tremble instinctively.

This terrifying aura of slaughter was almost no weaker than the Guardian Dao Weapon held by the Martial Ancestor, the Tao Tribulation Stick!

A Martial Dao Ancestor Soldier?! Where did it come from?

Under his gaze, Song Lingxue did not hesitate for a moment, ignored his existence, and her gaze locked onto the silver-gray cage in the distance, charging straight towards it.

"Good..."

Once again ignored, the Heaven-Sentinel laughed angrily and shouted sternly: "Very good, since you are in such haste to die, then today I shall behead you as a sacrifice for the flag!"

The overwhelming intent to kill seeped into time and space, dyeing the years with blood, as he without hesitation raised his hand:

"Kill!"

Buzz——

With the falling of his hand, the time-space around the silver-gray cage shook intensely at each pivotal node.

One by one, figures clad in heavy profound armor, bearing auras as stern as mountains, stepped out from the void, forming a formation in an instant.

Combined with the Heavenly General stationed near the cage from the start, there were already thirty-nine Divine Martial Heavenly Generals present within the formation who had crossed into the Martial Emperor Realm, with not a single Martial Monarch among them.

The terrifying aura of the battle formation instantly spread out, tightly locking onto the newly intruded Song Lingxue.

The area surrounding the silver-gray cage formed of temporal-spatial laws transformed instantly into an Asura battlefield.

This was originally a meticulously prepared setup by the Heaven-Sentinel for the Moonlight Immortal Ancestor. As long as the Moonlight dared to step in to rescue Chu Zheng, she would inevitably be tainted by the Martial Dao's aura of slaughter from these dozens of Divine Martial Heavenly Generals.

Once she killed any Heavenly General, staining herself with martial blood, she would naturally become the one to ignite the Dao War.

This alone was a crime of such magnitude that it would drag the Immortal Path into the Ten Thousand Tribulations, the fatal spark to ignite the final battle of the Dao War.

However, the intruder this moment was not the Moonlight but Song Lingxue.

What had been previously arranged had now lost all its effect.

In the face of these dozen terrifying figures emanating lethal aura and instantly forming a deadly battle formation, Song Lingxue's eyes remained unmoved, not even pausing for an instant on the Heaven-Sentinel.

Her gaze pierced through chaotic temporal-spatial turbulence, locking accurately onto the deepest part of this star field, falling upon the silver-gray cage shrouded by overwhelming blood light.

The Emperor Palace in Song Lingxue's hand, burning with blood flames, sensed her intention, letting out a deep, fierce hum, and her figure moved without the slightest pause, transforming into a blood-colored meteor, rushing violently towards the cage imprisoning Chu Zheng.

The Heaven-Sentinel's expression was icy cold, remaining silent, for facing thirty-nine Martial Emperors, even a Half Ancestor wielding an Ancestor Weapon could not possibly pass through.

Without stepping into the Ancestral Realm, it was impossible to fully tap into the true power of an Ancestor Weapon, impossible to cross this chasm.

At the core of the time-space cage, the moment Chu Zheng saw Song Lingxue's figure, his hitherto calm expression shifted slightly.

Lingxue?!

After his suppression, he envisioned countless scenarios, had thought of the possibility of a backup plan left by the Ancestral Dao, had even considered the possibility of the Moonlight Immortal Ancestor's intervention, but never had he imagined that the one who would throw everything aside and rush into this death zone would be Song Lingxue.

Even for a Martial Emperor in Perfection, coming here now is tantamount to courting death.

Chu Zheng's gaze fell upon Song Lingxue's frost-white hair in an instant, finding it piercing.

He almost immediately recalled the Heart Burning Corridor, the illusion realm that nearly dragged him into Eternal Purgatory.

The piercing white hair before his eyes began to converge with the silver strands of Song Lingxue in the illusion realm, who was on the brink of death.

The Song Lingxue at that moment and now... how alike they were!

He recalled the words uttered to him by the Sun-Eroding Cry.

The Heart Burning Corridor, linking time and space, what is seen there may not be mere illusion, it might be the past, or even the future.